a poem

Do I need to cast out seven demons
Or wander a desert and find all the reasons
Lay prostrate in a temple
Search for the damned
Cry for the babies lost in Vietnam
Can we find the answers in those without a voice
Are we downfallen and do we have a choice
Who are its arbiters, who claims its jewels
Who are the master race
Who were born to rule
Can I span the ages, the past and evermore
Fathom an ocean — from the sea to the shore
Conquer dark…